Month: May 2019

Wednesday

The strange thing about figuring out finally what I am about and what I want to write is that now I must postpone my writing until I pass the test in December. I was going to take the July one but I knew I was not ready. This “I should be studying but I don’t […]

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Tuesday

Raining in the morning, forced to walk in the street to avoid the crowds of umbrella-wielding elementary school students dominating the sidewalk. The news of a knifing rampage in Yokohama came at the end of second period, the teachers called to the vice principal’s desk. School children had been attacked, we must be vigilant, bracing […]

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Monday

I was at work for too long today. I did speak with my coworker about his condition. And he had all sorts of questions for me. Like how did I distinguish the physical reality from the imagined reality. He said, because the only reality I have ever seen is this, which just made me very […]

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Sunday

Yesterday, my coworker, the man I sit across from day after day, announced that he has aphantasia, aka no ability to visualize images in his mind’s eye. They also call this mind blind. I should have known something was up based on a conversation I had with him about dreams. I told him about a […]

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Saturday

This morning, I went out early for breakfast and bento goods and took the camera along. It was bright already at 5 am but the streets were relatively deserted. I passed trucks waiting to deliver goods to the grocery store, elderly couples out in matching track suits, swinging their arms twice as fast as their […]

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Thursday

The light is perfect right now in the evenings as I ride my bike home. It stays bright until a little after seven, undermining the power of clocks. Block after block, the smells of night rising, of summer rising: curry and garlic, incense, roses and jasmine. I have been too busy at night with a […]

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Sunday

The defeat of an incomplete to-do list.Damn you, time, with your minutes and hours. I have too much to do to listen to the ticking of a clock. Reminding myself that there will be more minutes and hours does not soothe the pacing beast of creativity, a caged tiger floating on a sea of blood. […]

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Saturday

A full weekend this week. My hands are flecked with dry clay. Later, downtown for some supplies. For the first time in years, I am making some moulds and pouring some resin. For the first time in years, I am sewing. For the first time in forever, I am making things without worrying about what […]

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Friday

Behind the ward office on the way to work and then again on the evening return home, a collective of swallows are building nests. They fly between the buildings and swoop down to the street in a swarm. They are masterful pilots, dive-bombing and pulling up at the last second, twisting and turning. Soon they […]

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